Lives of Scottish Poets: With Ports. and Vignettes, 第 1 巻T. Boys, 1822 |
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... whole spring and summer time of a man's brief existence . A regard to appearances ; the desire of having , and the vanity of filling up , appointments ; may jointly or separately have led to that profusion of instruction with which ...
... whole spring and summer time of a man's brief existence . A regard to appearances ; the desire of having , and the vanity of filling up , appointments ; may jointly or separately have led to that profusion of instruction with which ...
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... whole of a long day , he spent in " sighing with himself allone ; " and , when Phoebus " Bad go farewele every lef and floure , " he found himself still lingering at the window , and for lack of myt and mynd " to stir from the spot ...
... whole of a long day , he spent in " sighing with himself allone ; " and , when Phoebus " Bad go farewele every lef and floure , " he found himself still lingering at the window , and for lack of myt and mynd " to stir from the spot ...
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... whole , the half is near away ; Spend wele therefore the remanant of the day . The real history of the sequel of this interesting adventure is lost in poetic allegory . More is not known , than that James was happy in his love . The ...
... whole , the half is near away ; Spend wele therefore the remanant of the day . The real history of the sequel of this interesting adventure is lost in poetic allegory . More is not known , than that James was happy in his love . The ...
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... whole of whose works a good and an honourable man could desire to put into the hands of a virtuous female , unless it be those of the sweet poet whose merits I have been humbly endeavouring to lay before you . A writer more free from ...
... whole of whose works a good and an honourable man could desire to put into the hands of a virtuous female , unless it be those of the sweet poet whose merits I have been humbly endeavouring to lay before you . A writer more free from ...
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... whole six books of the Prince of Venosa's madrigals , we were utterly unable to discover the least similitude or imitation of Caledonian airs in any one of them ; which so far from Scots ' melodies , seem to contain no melodies at all ...
... whole six books of the Prince of Venosa's madrigals , we were utterly unable to discover the least similitude or imitation of Caledonian airs in any one of them ; which so far from Scots ' melodies , seem to contain no melodies at all ...
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168 ページ - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
173 ページ - The Poetic Genius of my Country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha — at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil, in my native tongue ; I tuned my wild, artless notes as she inspired.
163 ページ - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song ? For is there aught in sleep "Can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of th' enlighten'd soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive, Wilderd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams?
147 ページ - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
164 ページ - As a writer, he is entitled to one praise of the highest kind: his mode of thinking, and of expressing his thoughts, is original. His blank verse is no more the blank verse of Milton, or of any other poet, than the rhymes of Prior are the rhymes of Cowley.
120 ページ - Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day, Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.
170 ページ - I had been for some days skulking from covert to covert, under all the terrors of a jail ; as some ill-advised people had uncoupled the merciless pack of the law at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of my few friends ; my chest was on the road to Greenock, I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia, The gloomy night is gat heriag fast,* when a letter from Dr. Blacklock to a friend of mine, overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition.
165 ページ - Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind, but it was only indulged in according to the humour of the hour. I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme ; and then the conning over my verses...
158 ページ - Sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
156 ページ - ... renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.